Date: Mon, 3 Feb 2003 07:05:20 -0500
From: Kevin Grant <evilangelKG@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Pastor's Son

	This story is a work of fiction intended for readers 18 and over,
or whatever happens to be the legal age in said readers area. As far as I,
the author of this story, knows, none of these people are real, and none of
this EVER happened. Please remember that as you read this. I hope you enjoy
this story, and if you'd like to contact me about it, please feel free to
do so.


			     The Pastor's Son


I stared, absolutely fascinated with the taut, sleek body before me. It
didn't matter one little bit to me who I was, and what would happen if I
was caught in a place like this. That body captivated me, held me in place,
and nothing would make me leave. I was a prisoner to that body. I looked
up, needing to gaze upon the face of this gorgeous creature...And saw my
own eighteen year old son's face.

	My name is Christopher Jacob Isaacs, and I am the local pastor in a
small town out in the middle of nowhere. I had only just moved here three
months ago, with my wife, son, and three daughters. All we had to do was
move, actually, seeing as the townsfolk provided us with a house, grounds,
and help. They may have been a small town, but they were very religious,
and thought that the pastor deserved only the very best. There was the
house, and two guest houses. One was occupied by the help, and the other my
wife and I decided to let our son move into, seeing as he was eighteen.
	My wife and I had been married for twenty-five years, and had been
happy until the last ten of those years. We'd tried praying, counseling,
and many other things to try and rekindle the relationship, but nothing
seemed to work.  And, for about five years or so, my mind had been
elsewhere, chiseling away at something that had me bothered. My son had
been thirteen, and very handsome and toned for a boy his age, his voice
just beginning to deepen noticeably. These things kept entering my mind at
all the wrong times, and had caused me to gain an erection. Why was this
happening to me, a man married for twenty years at the time, with four
healthy children and a beautiful wife?
	Well, I thought it over, and over, and over. I prayed, and prayed,
and prayed. But, I didn't get anywhere, and I definitely didn't get an
answer from God Almighty. So, I just dealt with it the best I could, hiding
the truth that I was gay from everyone, and it got to the point that I was
almost believing it myself. This continued until shortly after we'd
moved. Things had been good at the beginning of the move, but then a month
ago, it all crumbled.
	I could no longer lie to myself about who I was, though I knew I
had to continue lying to my wife and family. I'd just do what I needed to
so I could control myself most of the time, and hide it the rest of the
time. I started going out of time on a weekly basis two months ago to chat
with people outside of the town, to work on my sermons, but lately I'd find
myself going to gay bookstores, porn shops, and even strip clubs. I'd stay
out the entire evening, rent a motel room, and masturbate to the images I'd
seen that day, whether it had just been a visit to the porn shops, or an
actual visit to the strip clubs. After about two weeks of that I knew
someday soon I'd need something more, something intimate with another man.
	So, tonight, I'd gone out with a mission, to go out and find
someone, a trick, a prostitute, anyone. I didn't even go out that far from
the town. I just went into the neighboring town. And went into the first
gay strip club I saw. Right away I saw that body, and sat down as close as
I could get, which was actually just a hand's breadth away.
	I'd sat there for about five minutes, five tense, sexually charged
minutes. And I knew they would be the one for me tonight. I didn't know
though, I had no clue honestly that it was my own son dancing there before
me, keeping me hard, so hard I pressed through the cotton of my slacks. And
to tell you the truth, even as I looked up at him with so much shock on my
face, I didn't care. I still wanted him, and somehow I would have
him. Tonight.
	My son, who's name is Jakob, looked down at me, and I thought he
was going to faint. He made a slight motion with his left hand towards the
deejay, and then sauntered off of the stage, into the dressing room. I got
up, and went around to the side, and waited, knowing he would come out. He
did, five minutes late. He was dressed in just a pair of slacks and a pair
of loafers. No shirt, no socks, and probably, by the looks of things, no
underwear. I couldn't lose my hard on, not matter how I tried.
	He turned around, and walked out of the club, hearing his footsteps
behind me. I pretended that I was upset, and didn't look at or talk to him
as we walked across the street towards the hotel at which I'd rented a room
for the evening. We got to the hotel, and walked in. I was on the first
floor, so we didn't have too far to go. I used my card to get in, went into
the room, and held the door open for him. The second he was in a shut the
door, and motioned him towards the bed. He looked at me, but did exactly
what I had motioned for him to do.
	He immediately tried to apologize, but I touched my pointer finger
to his lips, quieting him. He looked up at me, and then slowly looked down
at my crotch, actually realizing why I had been in the strip club for the
first time. He looked up to my face again, and waited patiently for me to
make the first move. I leaned down to him, and kissed his full lips, so
like my own. He leaned into me, smelling so good.
	I pressed him onto his back on the bed, and then took his loafers
off. He smiled at me, and undid my tie and shirt. I slid them off, and then
waited for him to take my shoes, socks, and belt off. He did that, and then
undid my slacks and pushed them to the floor. I pulled him up to me, and
pulled his slacks off as he slid my underwear down to the floor, our
hardened cocks slapping into each other.
	We kissed again, and then he slowly knelt down to look at my hard
cock, inhaling the smell of my crotch. He licked the head of my cock, and
then proceeded to slip his tongue down the underside of it. I thought I was
going to erupt all over his angelic face, then and there. I gently nudged
him over to the bed, and we climbed onto it, settling into a comfortable
position of sixty-nine. I leaned into him, inhaled his musky, manly scent,
and took his cock, a tad bit thicker and larger than my own, into my
mouth. He tilted his head back, and moaned, then proceeded to lick and suck
on my balls.
	After about three minutes of this we switched about a bit, and he
beginning rimming my asshole. Quietly, with his strong voice, he told me
tonight he wanted to fuck me and be fucked by me. I was in heaven when he
told me this. He asked if I had brought some lube, and I pointed to a brown
paper bag on the nightstand.  He reached over, got the lube, and applied
some to my asshole and his middle finger, and then proceeded to finger fuck
me so I would be ready for his thick cock.
	As soon as I felt I was ready, I gently moved away from his finger,
and moved my body over so he could take my ass for the first time. He
lifted my legs up, and placed them on his shoulders, pressed the knob of
his cock against my asshole, and pushed it in, slowly but surely. It was
the most delicious feeling I could possibly feel.  He then began to fuck
me, going faster and faster as I became more comfortable. As we both neared
climax he pulled out, and told me to fuck his ass.
	Obligingly, I got behind him, seeing as he wanted to be done doggy
style. I got him lubed up, and applied some lube to my still hard and
leaking cock. I pressed myself against his hole, and asked him what he
wanted me to do. For an answer, he shoved himself back on to my cock, up to
my pubic hair. I had thought being fucked was heaven, but this was a
completely different, and completely more delicious feeling.
	I began to slowly push in and out of him, my darling son. He told
me to go faster, and I did, speeding up so that there was a lot of
friction. I pounded my son's ass, pounded his ass so hard he came from me
fucking him. I felt his asshole tighten, heard him moan out the word
father, and then, moving my hand beneath him as fast as I could, felt his
hot sperm fill my cupped hand. I brought my hand to my face, and started
licking my son's sperm out of my palm. That experience, combined with the
feel of his asshole twitching onto my cock, I came. I gushed so much spunk,
sperm, jizz into my son that I felt it leaking out onto my pubic hair. It
was more than I'd ever dreamed it could be.
	That was the first night with my son, but not the last. I divorced
my wife, and gave her full custody of our daughters, and left that small
town with my son, and moved to another small town in the lovely country of
Italy, where he and I are lovers, share other lovers together, or just do
what we please as we please. I am no longer a pastor, but I can honestly
say I wasn't really close to God until that wonderful night with my son in
that seedy motel across from the strip club where he worked.